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Shadows in the Trees: Book 1
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    Time 8h 37m
Complete, First published Oct 11, 2018
Thousands of years ago, a powerful Fae witch created the cursed White Forest to protect the Sylph and Fae from slaughter at the hands of humans led by the prophet Malachi. Now, the forest unites several characters as their stories intertwine, and ultimately lead them on a quest to save their world as they know it.

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Beneath the roots lies a realm unspoken, where shadows breathe and rivers run black. A single step too far unravels the veil between worlds, turning play into curse, and innocence into exile. Beyond the roots, the air itself conspires, forests whisper of forgotten kings, and demons walk as both beasts and men. Yet above that abyss rises a kingdom of warmth, a fragile jewel cradled in sunlight. Its streets awaken each dawn in a riot of color: banners ripple, stalls spill with fruit and cloth, and fountains laugh with crystal spray. Children dart through blooming gardens, their laughter ringing louder than bells, while elders sit beneath arching roots, telling stories of brighter days. Here, joy is stitched into life itself. The baker greets with sugared bread, the blacksmith's hammer sings with the town musicians, and couples dance when lanterns glow like fallen stars. Festivals turn nights into oceans of song, where drums thunder and torches paint the sky in fire and gold. In this place, hope does not hide-it parades, it feasts, it laughs. The people call their home a sanctuary, untouched by sorrow, where each day begins with promise and ends in peace. To live here is to believe, if only for a moment, that darkness is nothing more than a distant dream. But beneath their feet, the roots stretch into silence. For every blossom hides its shadow, and every feast masks a silence that waits. The kingdom may be a cradle of joy, but its foundation drinks from the same soil where nightmares stir. Here, survival is no gift. Every choice is a bargain, every path a trial. What seems human may wear another face, and what seems monstrous may hold a broken heart. Secrets buried for centuries stir in the soil, twisting destiny tighter with every breath. This is not a tale of crowns or kingdoms, but of a world where light is fragile, where hope withers, and where even the roots that bind the earth tremble before what waits below.
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